Mab waited just outside the petrol station, dropping the majority of her veil as Abigail purchased her water so that when the girl walked back out looking around as though she sensed something, her voice was pitched with just enough force to draw attention. "A sister, you say?" Perhaps not everyone who knew the symbol was a sister. After all, Fae were the ones summoned. They'd recognize it as well. But it was difficult unless one had the ability, to determine the difference between a witch and a Fae and the glamor still made her appear human. If a bit ... out of the ordinary.

The card was held up between her fingers and those intense eyes took in the young lady with both assessment and curiosity. She didn't have the vast intelligence network she would like so London was a challenge, but Mab enjoyed a good challenge.